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An old poem rehashed thanks to a reminder from Span. I've rewritten it as a performance poem so when you read it please imagine the accompanying dance moves. Mash potato, do the twist... and so on. This undoubtedly spoils everything that Span used to like about it but how often do you get to body pop and read poetry simultaneously?

an opinion about the happy stamp

A Poem about a lizard

Dark fantasy

Black Mamba Tongues Look at me! Ain't I as sweet as sweet can be? Open mouthed, deep red heart, black skin evolving, changing, blending. Resile...

under the shadows, the dark voices, layer after layer of imprisoned life, captured is it by a void, by something which bites only to feed itself: all...

Dear diary. 5th July 2004.

A normal workday story